>Day Not Sure if It’s Another Day or Not in Equestria
>You wake up
>Still in a dungeon, apparently
>Darker than you remember
>The torch outside the door must be fading
>You wonder why the dungeon doesn’t have actual lights
>The flickering isn’t really doing anything
>Except bugging you
>Budget cuts maybe?
>You shake your head, trying to remember exactly why you’re in a dungeon
>You never were a morning person
>If it even is morning
>Dammit brain, get your shit together
>Memories start flooding in
>You reach up and touch your face
>That farmer pony sure can kick
>There’s crusted blood under your lip, and your left eye is swollen shut
>You chuckle when you realize you couldn’t see out of it anyways
>Hah, dungeon humor
>You shakily get up to your feet
>The crusted blood cracks as you yawn
>More memories are returning
>They were coming in slow at first, but now it’s all coming back at once
>You squeeze shut your one good eye, wishing it was all a dream
>You know it isn’t
>So, you freed the Spirit of Chaos
>He rewarded you by encasing you underground
>You were freed soon after by Celestia, becoming blinded in one eye during the process
>You’re fairly sure the one true friend you had hates you now
>You got thrown in a dungeon and promised a slow death
>You nearly got raped by Fluttershy, only to be accused of raping her
>It seems you’ve cemented your place as the worst person ever in Equestria
>And you couldn’t do anything to make it better
>The chains around your ankles chafe as you pace back and forth their length
>You can feel yourself becoming more and more angry
>Why wouldn’t they let you help?
>If you freed Discord, you clearly have some kind of power
>Power that could help!
>But Celestia clearly thinks they can handle it
>From what Pinkie and Discord told you, it seemed unlikely
>Discord went easy on them last time
>He won't this time
>You’re sure of it
>You open and close your fists, only to feel a sharp pain
>You look down to see your left fist is still broken
>The bones that once jutted out have been put back under the skin, but beyond that they are still out of place
>You can feel a tear roll down your face
>Fuck you eyes
>You look at the wall where the chains are
>You clench your fist again
>You can’t let it end like this
>Your fist is already broken
>It won’t be able to help you much more
>You walk to the chains
>They’re firmly placed into the wall
>You grip it tightly with both hands, and pull as hard you can
>You can feel the wounds on your hand reopen
>You grit your teeth and keep pulling
>After a few moments, the blood has run down your hand and made the chain slick
>Your grip slips and you fall backwards
>The breath is knocked out of you again
>You spend a few minutes breathing deeply on the ground
>You stand up again
>After a cursory glance, it’s clear the chains have not moved at all
>Your clench your fist, relishing the pain it brings
>It’s keeping you sane
>More or less
>Or maybe it’s just making you angrier
DAMMIT
>Yup
>You roar, throwing your broken fist into the wall
>You don’t care that’ll hurt
>You just want to hit something
>Your fist connects with the wall
>Pain flashes through you as a crumbling noise echoes through your cell
>Your eyes widen as you see your arm sticking through the wall

>What the fuck
>You swallow as you pull your forearm and hand back through the hole
>It scrapes like a mother fucker, but you get it out
>You look through the hole and see another cell
>A baffled looking pony with a cape stares back at you
>”What? Even the Great and Powerful Trixie goes too far sometimes!”
>…
>No time to worry about that shit
>You have super strength!
>Which means there’s only one thing to do
>You’re going to break out of this dungeon
>You’re going to find Discord
>And you’re going to punch him in the face

>You look down at the shackles around your ankles
>You put your hands around one, and try to pull them apart
>Nothing happens
>You scowl, but you aren’t deterred
>You concentrate, trying to get the same feelings going as when you punched the wall
>The metal pulls apart
>Fuck_Yeah.jpg
>You pull apart the second shackle, and run to the door
>You know it’s going to hurt, but you decide to keep using your broken left hand
>The magic can heal it afterwards
>But more importantly, you’re saving your right fist for Discord
>You want your first in peak condition for that punch
>You punch through the thick wooden door of the cell, gritting your teeth
>You reach around and grab the door handle
>The door swings open
>Guess it’s not locked from the outside?
>That's pretty cocky
>”Wait! Free me, and I will be a great boon to your quest!”
>You pretend you didn’t hear
>People who speak in the third person freak you out
>And your fist has an appointment that it doesn’t intend to be late for
>You run through the dungeon as fast as you can
>You stumble a lot
>Fucking Legs
>Eventually you find stairs, and take them two at a time
>You aren’t that fit
>Apparently super strength doesn’t apply to your legs
>Half way up you take a breather
>10 minutes later you're moving again, but decide to take them one a time instead
>You finally reach the top, and start heading your way outside the castle
>Everything seems calm in here
>Not to mention the lack of guards
>Maybe you didn’t need to worry after all
>Maybe the Elements stopped Discord just fine, and they’re all out celebrating as you run bleeding through an empty castle
>You see the exit and slow down
>You peek around the corner and look outside
>The sky is a dark purple
>There are no clouds that you can see, but every now and then you see a fiery rock fall into Canterlot
>Canterlot is a mess
>Fires run rampant
>Floods are happening at the same time, yet flow around the fire
>Some of the water is literally flowing over a wall of fire
>You walk slowly, afraid that at any moment a guard or one of Discord’s undead ponies will see you
>But there’s not a soul to be seen
>You notice the dark purple turns black at a certain point
>Below it, you see a massive rock floating in the air
>And on that rock, you’re sure you can see Ponyville
>As well as what seems to be a giant arena
>It’s becoming obvious that the ponies have yet to stop Discord
>You start out at a jog, watching out for fire and keeping an eye out for any sentries of any sort
>You can only hope it’s not too late
>You reach the far end of Canterlot, to see a ridiculously long bridge leading up to the floating Ponyville
>The bridge also seems to be made of bones
>Fancy that
>You take a deep breath and begin to walk along the ladder
>You’re pleased to find it doesn’t wobble at all
>You’re less pleased to find it’s practically at a 45 degree angle
>Like stairs, but without any fucking stairs
>You clench your right fist
>You’ll punch him soon enough, buddy
>After what seems an eternity, you reach the edge of Ponyville
>You clamber off the bridge and quickly make your way to a nearby tree
>You look around the corner while you catch your breath
>It seems this is where all the undead ponies were
>And the normal ponies
>And the guards
>Undead Pegasus’s patrol the skies, watching for any ponies that try to escape
>At least they didn’t expect anything to come in
>Only you were that stupid
>Shut up brain
>Most of the regular ponies are being moved towards the center of Ponyville, where the arena stands
>A fair bit are crying
>You see a mint green pony with a lyre for a cutie mark crying over the body of a beige pony
>You grimace, but get up
>There’s no time to worry about that
>You move your way through the allies of Ponyville, being careful not to be seen by good or evil pony alike
>Neither was likely to help you at this point in time
>In fact, you weren’t sure which was more likely to kill you
>You didn’t plan to find out either
>You reach the arena, conveniently very close to the buildings
>You suspect Discord just dropped in on top of the old Town Square
>Within, you hear cheering
>What
>Worry about that later
>You needed to find Discord
>There were two entrances to the arena
>You couldn’t read pony scribble, but you could guess which each was
>One line was filled with ponies, some crying, some merely downcast
>The other line was smaller, but the ponies were smiling and laughing
>The crying pony line was closer, so that seemed like your best bet
Here it goes!
>You look up to make sure there are no undead ponies looking, and sprint past the line
>Some notice you, but those who do merely ignore you
>Guess they’re too preoccupied to care
>You get inside, and begin working your way through
>It’s similar to the dungeon, except there are actual lights filling the halls
>As you pass a cell, you hear a familiar sniffle
>You hope the doors aren’t locked on the outside here as well
>You push the cell door
>It opens
>Anon: 1, Arrogance: 0
>You breathe in quickly when you see what lies inside
>Twilight Sparkle

>She looks up at you, and you can tell she’s been crying
>Her sad eyes quickly turn into a glare, and you can tell she’s about to do something
>Something potentially loud
>You shove your shoe in the door and close it as much as you can, then put your hand over her mouth
>She tries to glare harder, without much success
Shh! Do you want them to find me?
>You take your hand from her mouth to let her respond
>”What are YOU doing here?! How did you even get out of the Princess’s dungeon?”
Well, I’m here to punch Discord, and I got out by breaking the chains with my super strength
>She looks at you
>You can see her horn start to glow
>That’s not good
>That wouldn’t be good for you at all
>Her eyes widen after a moment
>You can see her horn glowing brighter, but nothing is happening still
>After a moment her horn fades, and she gasps for breath
>You’re not sure what happened, but apparently she isn’t going to hurt you?
>What spell was she even casting then?
Twilight… what happened? How did you get in this cell? Where are Pinkie and the rest?
>You see tears well up in her eyes
>”Well, Celestia and the six of us ran to the maze as fast as we could. We figured that we’d find him waiting for us there, but we thought we’d be ready for his tricks.”
>Twilight takes a deep breath. “We were wrong. The ground opened up and we all fell. I got knocked out, and when I woke up the 6 of us were tied up and the elements were gone. Discord began telling us about his arena, and how he was going to make ponies fight to the death against themselves and random creatures.”
>She bites her lip; the tears begin to flow freely now
>You feel a sense of dread as you reach down and put your hand on her shoulder
>She winces and pulls away
>You can’t blame her
Twilight… what happened? I have to know
>She wipes her nose and breathes in deep
>”I-it’s Pinkie. He chose her first, with eenie meenie miney mo.”
>You feel your stomach drop
>No
>Oh no no no no
>”S-she’s dead, Anon. Pinkie Pie is dead.”

End Chapter 5